"Uncle Wu Wei, we're entering the Kunlun Mountains from that direction?"
Wan Yunting, carrying a package for Jiang Tingxia, looked around and asked Uncle Wu Wei.
"This way."
Wu Wei pointed to the left of Wuliang Mountain and said, "There's a small path leading to the foot of the Kunlun Mountains."
Wan Yunting nodded, beckoned Jiang Tingxia who was by his side, while Zhou Ruoxi and Duan Yingying followed Xu Lingwei, and Li Zihang followed with Lu Bao and the other six. They all followed Uncle Wu Wei's steps towards the small path into the mountains…
It was freezing and snowy. Although it hadn't snowed much in the past couple of days, snow had accumulated on the ground. It wasn't very deep, only reaching past their ankles with each step.
"In the past, I often walked this path with Uncle Ren and Senior Brother Xiu Liang to gather herbs in the Kunlun Mountains!"
Wu Wei glanced back at Wan Yunting, recalling events from decades ago, and sighed with a smile. "Looking back, it's been fifty to sixty years. Since Uncle Ren passed away, and Senior Brother Xiu Liang left the mountain, very few disciples from our Taoist temple have become decent practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine. So, fewer people have walked this path, and it's almost become overgrown."
Wan Yunting and Li Zihang listened and nodded, looking at the path leading to the Kunlun Mountains. Since it was rarely used, vegetation had grown on both sides, covering the dirt path.
The grass and small trees were covered with snow. Although it wasn't snowing today and there was a little sunshine, it wasn't that cold.
Birdsong from sparrows and cuckoos could be heard from the treetops. As they walked in, it felt like entering a natural jungle concert, with various bird calls and the sound of snow falling from the treetops as the breeze blew.
"So beautiful…"
Wan Yunting couldn't help but stop, closing his eyes to savor the sounds of nature. In that moment, his troubled heart suddenly became calm…
"Senior Brother Wan…"
Li Zihang beside him tried to call him, but Wu Wei quickly stopped him. He shushed Duan Yingying, Xu Lingwei, Zhou Ruoxi, and Jiang Tingxia, pointing at Wan Yunting, who stood with his eyes closed in the snow, and whispered, "Don't interrupt him, he's comprehending!"
At this moment, Wan Yunting was indeed comprehending.
Perhaps it was the sounds of nature that brought him inspiration, allowing him to express his feelings. It was as if his spirit had merged with the heavens and earth. The constant bird calls and the gentle sound of wind and snow reached his ears, and his spiritual world became increasingly tranquil and peaceful, as if it were being purified…
After reaching the Martial Dao Dan Jin realm, the pursuit was no longer about physical improvement, but about the continuous transformation of one's spirit and energy. As long as one's spiritual world was strong, their martial arts practice would also improve.
Although Wan Yunting only felt that the sounds of nature had transported him to another world, perhaps it was because in the hustle and bustle of the city, he was usually surrounded by the sounds of cars and crowds, and had never experienced such tranquil natural sounds that calmed the spirit, inspiring him.
However, it must be said that Wan Yunting had a great talent for comprehension. At least, Wu Wei was amazed, because he could feel that in just a few minutes of comprehension, Wan Yunting had already gained insight in his spiritual aspect.
Zhou Ruoxi, who had never felt this way before, couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise in her beautiful eyes!
She knew that she was also in the early stage of the Martial Dao Dan Jin realm, and understood that to further improve one's martial arts in this state, it required a spiritual epiphany!
Now, seeing Wan Yunting immerse himself in his own comprehension at this moment, Zhou Ruoxi could clearly sense an unusual aura flowing around him…
Swoosh!
Suddenly, Wan Yunting's eyes shot open, emitting two sharp rays of light. He then dropped the package in his hand and directly grasped the Han sword in his left hand with his right. The long sword was unsheathed, flashing a cold light before Zhou Ruoxi, Xu Lingwei, and the others. It even startled Li Zihang, making him step back…
Clang…!
However, Wan Yunting held the long sword, leaped forward, and with a swish of his sword, a crisp sword hum reached everyone's ears. Then, they saw him practicing swordplay in the snowy forest ahead.
For a moment, Zhou Ruoxi, Xu Lingwei, Jiang Tingxia, and Duan Yingying watched him in amazement as he suddenly began practicing swordplay…
Swish swish swish…
Hum…
Wan Yunting's heart was stirred, and he began practicing swordplay. He held the eight-sided Han sword in his right hand and performed it on the snowy ground in the forest. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, giving a sense of effortless grace, yet not lacking in explosive power!
Whether it was his thrusts, hangs, slashes, chops, or pokes, Wan Yunting unleashed a powerful and domineering sword qi. As his sword moves flowed, the long sword in his hand emitted alternating crisp and deep hums of sword qi in the air…
This made Zhou Ruoxi, who was watching from the side, raise her willow-like eyebrows. She looked at the long sword in Wan Yunting's hand, and with every move he made, he could draw upon the surrounding heaven and earth qi. She could even see an invisible aura enveloping his long sword. His thrusts, diagonal slashes, and horizontal chops made the long sword crackle in the air, emitting crisp and deep hums of sword qi…
"Wuji Tiangang Swordplay!"
Wu Wei's old eyes widened in surprise as he watched Wan Yunting practice. He hadn't expected him to be practicing Wuji Tiangang Swordplay.
"Wuji Tiangang Swordplay? Is that our sect's swordplay?" Li Zihang and Duan Yingying asked Wu Wei with confused faces.
Xu Lingwei's eyes were sharp as she watched Wan Yunting's swordplay intently. As a highly talented disciple under the abbot, she had practiced most of the sect's martial arts, but she had never seen the swordplay Wan Yunting was practicing now.
Zhou Ruoxi and Jiang Tingxia were not disciples of Wuliang Taoist temple, so they were even more unaware of Wuji Tiangang Swordplay, as mentioned by Wu Wei.
"Wuji Tiangang Swordplay is our sect's martial art. The sword manual has always been with your ancestor."
Wu Wei turned to Xu Lingwei and Duan Yingying and said, "This swordplay was not taught to you because Wuji Tiangang Swordplay and Wuji Tiangang Fist require the practice of Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method to be performed. These three are a set."
"Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method? Why have I never heard my father mention our Taoist temple having such an internal cultivation method?" Duan Yingying asked with wide, round eyes.
Wu Wei replied to her, "Because the Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method was lost long ago. Therefore, the Wuji Tiangang Swordplay and Fist manuals have always been kept by your ancestor, and not taught to you."
"But why can he practice it?"
Duan Yingying pointed at Wan Yunting, who was still immersed in practicing swordplay, and questioned.
Wu Wei's old brows slightly rose. He looked at Wan Yunting practicing Wuji Tiangang Swordplay and the powerful sword qi he unleashed. He was startled and said, "Could it be that Little Wan is practicing the Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method? Otherwise, why would Uncle Zong pass on the Wuji Tiangang Swordplay to him!"
He knew that only by practicing the Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method could the power of the swordplay and fistplay be unleashed.
Chis!
Suddenly, Wan Yunting turned around, and his long sword directly pierced a dead tree about thirty centimeters in diameter. Then, his eyes widened, and a strong inner energy transferred from his right hand into the long sword…
Bang!
With an explosion, the dead tree was forcibly blasted open and broken by the domineering qi released by this sword. The entire dead tree then crashed down. Wan Yunting quickly retracted his sword and performed two backward somersaults to dodge, avoiding being hit by the falling broken tree…
Hoo…
Then, Wan Yunting let out a gentle sigh of relief.
"Wow, such powerful sword qi!"
Seeing the dead tree pierced and broken by Wan Yunting's sword, Jiang Tingxia's bright eyes widened and shone. She couldn't help but clap her hands in applause.
Wan Yunting turned around, looked at Zhou Ruoxi and Jiang Tingxia, and then smiled sheepishly at Uncle Wu Wei and Xu Lingwei, saying, "You've all seen a joke. I suddenly felt like practicing swordplay just now, so I couldn't control myself. Uncle Wu Wei, let's continue on our way."
"Alright…"
Wu Wei nodded. Wan Yunting picked up the sword scabbard from the ground, sheathed his sword, and then picked up Jiang Tingxia's package from the ground. She came up and smiled, "Junior Brother Wan, your swordplay is amazing."
"Indeed."
Li Zihang followed him and asked, "But Junior Brother Wan, did Grandpa Ghost teach you this swordplay?"
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, "Grandpa Ghost gave it to me, but this is the first time I've practiced it, and I'm not very proficient yet. I also have a set of fistplay that I haven't practiced, but I've memorized the incantations."
Li Zihang rolled his eyes and said sourly, "Grandpa Ghost is really something. I bring him food and drinks every day, but he doesn't teach me martial arts. Instead, he teaches you such powerful swordplay…"
"Tch."
Duan Yingying, who was by Xu Lingwei's side, scoffed dismissively.
"Little Wan, are you practicing the Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method?" Wu Wei continued to lead the way, looking back and asking him.
"Yes, Uncle Wu Wei."
Wan Yunting followed him, which surprised Wu Wei. "I heard my master say that the Wuji Tiangang Internal Cultivation method was lost long ago and its whereabouts were unknown. Where did you learn it?"
"It's like this, Uncle Wu Wei. I was in Anhui…"
Knowing that Wu Wei might not know about Le Xin Daoist's deeds, Wan Yunting recounted the story to them again. Wu Wei and Xu Lingwei finally understood…